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So, the SP saw the recut of my first story today and thought it was fine but still needed to be cut in half. Which it mostly now has been. I don't like it as much (and neither does the editor), but we understand why it had to be. It just really changes the timbre of the whole thing now. Still, that's how it goes. I turned in my second story yesterday and got notes on it today. That could have gone better, but it's going to editing, so we'll see what happens with it. And tonight I asked if I could write an "A" story (a big one), and the SP said yes, much to my everlasting surprise. I can do it, but it's daunting. Still, the girl that I hate with every fiber of my being picked up a big story, and she's never written a damn thing, so if she has one, I think it only fair I get one. Besides, the little story I was going to ask to write got given to someone else today, so I needed a new project. The story got given to a logger, which is pretty odd, frankly. And not a decision I would have made, because if loggers are writing, it's sort of impossible for them to log. But whatever. Moving on. I had a pretty crappy day. I really wish I could change every single aspect of my life, everything about it. And I hate getting older. And I hate perifuckingmenopause and the fact that I am now nearly 3 months late for my period. Three. Months. Every fucking day, I have to pack a tampon. And every fucking day, nothing happens, despite my feeling vaguely crampy and miserable. And while the hormonal levels were pretty much fine for the first 10 weeks of this bullshit, they aren't now. Now, they are a giant fucking seesaw of epic swinging proportions, and I go from sobbing to the visceral desire to rip someone's throat out in the space of 3.2 milliseconds. Also, I'm starting to get the fluctuating-low hormone headaches. The kind that incapacitate me with pain so intense it makes me retch. The one bright spot in my entire day? (well, aside from the sp greenlighting an a-story for me) When the logger who sits next to me told me he thought I was only 32 and didn't believe me when I said nope, 44. That? That fucking ruled. Peace out, copyright 2002
- 2005 Katie Doyle; all rights reserved
In which Katie shares sad news - Wednesday, Apr. 01, 2015
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